*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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I can't believe I'm really going

Holy shamoley. I'm leaving Friday for a whirlwind vacation through London, Dublin and Edinburgh.

That's two days from now.


So, uhm, yeah... I suppose I should stop my nightly IV drip of LJ (and my IV drip of orkut-- damn you and your interesting communities!) and get my act together.

I've figured out the clothes I'm bringing... now I have to go through them and discard a bunch ;) I always overpack. Seriously overpack. As in OH MY GOD WOMAN YOUR SUITCASE HAS EATEN MY THREE CHILDREN AND STILL LOOKS HUNGRY seriously overpack. We're going to be traveling a lot (by plane, train and automobile), so I don't want to lug around anything I don't absolutely have to (so no stowaways-- sorry). If I could manage to bring the carry-on set I have instead of the No Effing Joke luggage, I'd be thrilled, but let's face it-- it's an accomplishment for me to do the carry-on for weekend jaunts. This is two weeks worth of living we're talkin' here!

Two weeks with my sweetie-- that's the longest we've been together
Two weeks away from work-- that's the longest I've been away
Two weeks away from here-- that's just crazy, man

I've got a listing of wi-fi hotspots abroad, so I won't be completely out of touch. Whew. But it's going to be weird not having my cellphone or daily LJ or email access.

Work's been crazy. I'm leaving for my first-ever two-week vacation, and my boss has been out all this week. So I have a ton of projects that need to be done pronto, and of course, we have computer problems. Yeah, I'm up to my ears in it today. There's no way I can stay real late today or tomorrow, though. Just no way! I've got laundry and packing to do, and I need to visit my hairdresser.

I desperately need to get my hair cut and coloured today... I've needed it for awhile, but my hairdresser's been out for THREE WEEKS. It's insane. I would just go somewhere else, but this is the guy I've been going to for fifteen years. He knows where I live. He'd kill me. If he's not in again today, I'm getting a bottle of something red and praying he doesn't hunt me down in some sort of Clairol induced rage upon his recovery.

My mystery shoveler struck again this morning... yes, somebody shovels my sidewalk when it snows. I feel so very blessed, and ever so slightly creeped out. I'd thought it was a neighbor, but now I'm not so sure. I tried doing my best Encyclopedia Brown act, and determined (after a thorough investigation) that whoever shoveled my walk had-- get this--- a shovel. I am brill-yunt. If we get more snow upon my return, I'm setting up the cam and finding out once and for all.

M's taking care of Maxman and the house and the outside cats while I'm gone. She's amazing.

I, however, am feeling less than amazing. I still feel like I'm fighting a bit of that virus I had two weeks ago. I woke up terribly late today, and as a result, didn't have time to make coffee. So, I've had a couple cups of English Breakfast tea instead. It was good, but I'm just so tired. I wonder if I have Epstein Barr/mono/whatever. Maybe I just need to sleep more. I should sleep more.

Hahahahahaha-- wasn't that funny? Like I'm gonna sleep.

I'm leaving Friday for a whirlwind vacation through London, Dublin and Edinburgh.

And I can hardly wait. :)

If I don't see you again before my return, have a wonderful few weeks, folks. Be kind to each other. Be kind to yourselves.

And those of you way up north where the huskies go? Don't you eat that yellow snow.

This is me... unplugging my LJ IV-drip *YANK* (ow)

Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough.

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